White Butterflies

White butterflies are falling,
Clouds of them from the sky,
Covering each blade of grass,
As gentle as a sigh.

The difference is that these
Don’t last more than a day
Before sunlight shines on them
And they simply melt away.

carol
lovely image i see

Ernestine Northover
Cool write. Sadly you cannot harness nature.

Gerard Lebel
A charming, picturesque poem that delights the reader!